Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 nigga 7, bitch happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know to do to knock your stupid ass out
you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen years!
ain't no fluke, this pure deep talent.
Thirteen years!
I know what to do to your stupid ass out
you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Ahhh Beware, of the I'm holding
I'll rappin until I hoarse or swollen
Thirteen years and
Bringin the coldest to the
Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no more of
Never you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
a nigga in his mouth thinkin his style sound some like mine
Mad enough you "It AIN'T!"
(This line whispered, hear)
You be pissin me off the time, take you down one at a time
I'ma be for fuckin over your whole album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, keep climbing
duckin, I'ma keep findin
Keepin heat rhymes comin to get you bitches off me
Disrespect is costly, stir that muthafucka like coffee, Hard to break, if it that way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin years just to make a demo
But that mean that my rhymes one of the strongest
All man I been to make it for the fuckin longest
Fuck the signing bonus, long as you it
When I it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them down with me, clown with me
Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can em

2]
Nigga go the vibe, dividin mad this year
Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in closed
Hit ya like full metal jackets, cut hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and burn like
Thick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, as a pissy mattress
like the temperature in December
Shimber me timbers, I been writin raps as far back as I can
Fulla them rocks, move key
It was Djs and sucka MCs
Handle your buisness in industry of competition
Or be at F.W. washin dishes
Bitch I was born to write million rhymes
Battle in the of Cohen back in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and made my first demo
We dropped some shit in the basement
I had big ol' tracks, raps like pavement
To from New Orleans made it hard to surface
That's I got discouraged and joined the service
Pissed off! and I before
I went to war and served federal time before I made it home
No rips in my jeans and gettin my cream
Ain't shit about my number thirteen

3]
I hit the bitch BOOM! Owwwwww!
Never gon throw in the towel before I foul
How in the you like me right now
Told your ass this year I'd be on top of the
my rap style is my hustle
I shot niggas up like
We flex muscles
Use a, pretty cause it's most important
I form a style that cut straight thru the frozen artic, I came my welps, gave up my belt
I got off Big Boy records to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? right I did it
Shoulda seen the chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga
Size ain't nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They gave me five hundred dollars, I quit both of my jobs
em, got some other shit to do from nine to five
My birthday came, and my sister
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal with
This shit tragic can't be no more
Because of my I work at A&P no more
I my landcruiser off the show floor
Got the Bondaville sittin on Momo's
with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit
by the end of thirteen
mammy muthfuckin years!